CHAPTER 4 – DISCUSSIONS AND MEETINGS

Harry woke up in the late morning. He liked the fact that nobody waked him up, leaving him peace and quiet. He sat up and rubbed his eyes to get a clearer view of what he was seeing.

'Today… I shall pay a visit to Diagon Alley and then do whatever homework that needs to be done,' he sighed and yawned. He put on his robes and headed straight down for breakfast.

'Morning Harry!' Tom said.

'Morning father!'

'Here are some toast and bacon. And I'll be leaving tomorrow Harry,' Tom pushed the plate of toast and bacon towards his son.

'But why father?' Harry blurted.

'Well… you can say it's on a mission but don't worry. Until then, you're in-charge. However, I dunno when I'll be back but I will never miss your birthday. I'll be back by then, I promise Harry,' Tom replied.

Harry nodded numbly.

'Ok… eat your toast, it's getting cold.'

'Father… I was wondering if I'm still returning to Hogwarts?'

'Hmmm… Yes… I was thinking about it though. What do you think? Do you want to return?'

'Uh Mmph…' Harry stuffed the bacon inside his mouth, chewing rapidly, swallowing it before replying, 'Sorry… Er… I- I don't know… '

'Hmmm… I can't think of any thing else Dumbledore will teach in that school of his… At least, not anything that helps you.'

Harry nodded, pushing the toast into his mouth, taking a bite out of the corner. His father on the other hand, was in deep thought. Then, an idea hit him.

'Harry, you will not be returning or actually, there won't be a Hogwarts to return to after my plans,' Tom smirked evilly.

'Father? I don't understand…' Harry asked.

Tom said nothing. He got up and threw some floo powder into the fireplace. Bell's head appeared.

'Morning my Lord! Oh… hey Harry!' She called out.

'Bell, get down here with Sev and Luc. I have something important to discuss with the three of you.'

Bell nodded and went away. Within seconds, she, along with Luc and Sev were seated at the table.

'As you three know, I'll be going away for awhile. Until I get back, Harry is in-charge,' Tom pause, waiting for a reply. The trio nodded.

'Also, Harry will not be returning to Hogwarts, simply because there will be no Hogwarts to return to.'

The trio began to form smiles on their mouths. Sensing Harry's puzzled face, Tom explained to his son, 'It means, Harry, that we are planning an attack on Hogwarts.'

'Oh… sorry… I didn't get it the first time.'

'Anyway, you three,' he pointed to the trio, 'will be training Harry in whatever he needs to master. And, keep the death eaters in good shape, ready for attack. This time, I want a big catch.'

'Yes master. In that case, the death eaters are to be told of the plan today?' Luc asked.

Harry objected, 'No… I don't think we should let them know of the plan yet. Once their loyalties are being tested, we shall announce it. There could be spies in our mist for all we know and I don't intend on them getting back to Dumbledore alive.'

'Good judgment Harry,' his father complimented.

Order HQ

'Everyone please calm down!' Dumbledore strained his voice.

The headquarters suddenly became silent.

'Now… can we all do this in a nice and calm way?' Many heads nodded towards the elderly wizard.

'First things first, I do not know of Harry's whereabouts. Thus, we cannot assume that he is dead.'

'But Dumbledore, the Dursley's house was blown up. How can we not assume that? Moreover, You-Know-Who might be holding him captive!'

'Calm down Molly… I understand your grief.'

Just then, an owl swoop down to the table and dropped the letter before flying off again.

Dumbledore carefully pick up the letter from the table and opened it slowly. Everyone eyeing the letter with awe, some with curious faces.

After reading it, he read it out loud to the Order.

Order of Phoenix ( A dumb group, if you ask me)

Headquarters.

Hello my fellow EX professors, friends and fan club.

Yes… I'm alive. And not to mention healthy and happy (Why wouldn't I be? I've just killed my favorite relatives whom Dumb-ass-dore placed me when I was 1)

Anyway, apart from being alive, I still hold the title of Royal Blood. In case you are wondering, ask your favorite Headmaster. Oops! Sorry… He might be too busy eating lemon drops!

Yes… I know what all of you are thinking now… Why is Harry doing this? Why is he like that? How is this happening? BLAH BLAH… One simple answer: I have returned to my rightful place. No more golden boy or golden Gryffindor anymore! I'm doing things my way! Everyone one of you now is on my list. Neither of you will ever be safe whilst I'm around, so you better seek the "Wise one" for help.

Yours sincerely…

-boy who still will live when everyone dies

-boy who hates the Order

-boy who will not be manipulated by your tricks

And lastly... Boy who will be the most powerful wizard ever.

PS: Voldermort said "Hi"… and he also said fuck off.

Everyone was in shock.

'This can't be Harry…' Hermione said.

'I'm sorry Miss Granger but Harry Potter has turned to the Dark Side. We are on our own now. However, in every cloud there's a sliver lining. Do not fear him for he will be defeated by us,' Dumbledore encouraged.

Ginny could not believe her ears. Harry had gone over. However, she did not believe what Dumbledore had said. She stood there, shaking, not knowing what to do.

'Ginny? Dear? Are you alright?' Molly asked.

'Y-yes... I think I need to be alone…' she staggered up the stairs when she felt like fainting. She fell backwards and landed on the floor.

'Ginny!' Ron called out.

All her brothers quickly rushed to her. Charlie carried her to the couch and laid her there. Promfrey quickly did a quick check on her.

'Her pulse is alright. I think it's the news of the letter. It might have given her too much shock for a day. I suggest she get more rest.'

Ginny stirred. Her vision was blurred. She blink once. Twice.

'Ginny?' Ron's face hovered above hers.

'Harry?' she whispered.

Ron was gently pushed aside by Molly, their mother.

'Gin, darling… look at me…'

'Mum?'

'Oh Ginny!' She pulled her youngest daughter to a hug.

'You alright Ginny?'

'Yeah Ron…'

'Miss Weasley, I suggest that you get some rest. Poppy has just told us that you are lacking from sufficient rest. That is why you fainted.'

Ginny nodded, 'Yes sir.'

'Come on Ginny. I'll take you up to the room,' Bill offered.

He led her up and tuck her into bed.

'I can't sleep Bill…' Ginny confessed.

Bill sighed, 'Try to get some rest Ginny. It's for your health.'

'Ok.'

Bill smiled and pushed the blanket towards her.

'Bill?'

'Yeah Gin?'

'Do you believe Harry? About what he said?' Ginny asked.

'I dunno Gin… I really dunno what to believe…'

'I don't believe it, Bill. I just don't…' Ginny trailed off to sleep. Bill sighed and kissed his youngest sister on the forehead.

'Good night Ginny…' he whispered.

Bill closed the door gently, unaware that the entire Order was waiting for him to return form the room.

'Is she asleep, Bill?'

'Yes sir. She did mention about Har- Potter… She didn't want to believe it'

Dumbledore sighed, 'It is hard for her. She was one of the most important person in Harry's life.'

'Do you think he might target her?' Arthur asked.

'I will not assume that he will not target her but if I am not mistaken, Harry will not target his loved ones. He can't bear to lose them like he lost his Godfather.'

'But he's gonna target all of us, especially the Weasleys anyway,' Snake spoke, after being quiet all this while.

Dumbledore eyed his spy, 'What is your opinion Severus?'

'Yes… If you have to say anything bad about my family, I suggest you watch your mouth!' Ron replied angrily.

'Watch your tongue Weasley! Or it might end up somewhere else,' Snape replied smoothly.

'Stop it, both of you!' McGonagall shouted at her colleague and student, 'you don't want to wake Ginny after she has fallen asleep,' she hissed.

Ron glared at Snape before settling himself down again.

Days passed eventfully for Harry as he mastered the art of bow and arrow, and different magics. His favorite was sword and arrows as he was skilled in that.

He drew his arrow and fired it without hesitation at the target 300m away. The arrow soared through the air and hit the centre of the target with a soft thud.

'Nice shot!' A voice called out.

Harry turned around to face the man. It was his father.

'Father!' Harry ran to greet him, 'You came back!'

'Of course I did Harry! Wouldn't miss it for the world, your birthday,' Tom smiled, 'So I presume you are skilled in all aspects of magic?'

'Of course!' Harry levitated his father's belongings up without a wand.

Tom grinned at his son, 'You ready for tomorrow?'

'Yeah… I'm kind of excited too,' Harry replied. Both father and son returned to the manor where they were greeted by the Trio.

'My Lord! How was your trip?' Luc asked while taking his cloak off Tom.

'Eventful…'

Harry handled his arrows to Bella who kept them in his room.

'The Giants and Trolls will be aiding us in the attack,' Tom said.

'That's brilliant!' Harry exclaimed.

The same night, Harry wore his best robes for the party. He walked down the aisle, with his crimson robes dragging behind. The death eaters bowed as he walked past, approaching his seat at the right of his father.

'My death eaters! Today, we are here to celebrate the birthday of Harry Achilles Zeus Riddle.' Cheers erupted form the crowd of death eaters, all dressed in their best robes.

Harry concentrated on the death eaters, using all his Legilimency to detect traitors. After a while, he smiled. There weren't any.

He stood up, 'I will not be returning to Hogwarts as father says, there won't be one to return to,' he paused for cheers, 'We will attack the castle on Halloween. And I do not expect failures. Both me and father have decided that your children will not be returning to school… I want to see Hogwarts crumble!'

Tom smiled at his son's capabilities. He signaled to Severus, motioning him to bring out the ring.

He took it and stood up, standing beside his son.

'Harry, this ring was specially made for you. It is made of pure white gold. It also symbolizes your reign as the Prince of Darkness,' He slipped it on Harry's middle finger and raised his arm, as if he was a champion. The death eaters knelt before them.

For once, Harry felt great. He felt he was truly where he belonged.